“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…” (Charles Dickens).

Date: June 15, 08

Current News: Now that school is officially over and my laptop has been fixed, I'm back. I posted up a story last night, but then I removed it because I decided I wanted to rethink some things for the plot. Anyway so to compensate I posted up another short one-shot called Flying without Wings. I've been mulling over whether or not to make this one-shot into a longer story, but I'm not sure so enjoy this first little drabble and tell me what you think. I hope you enjoy reading it. Remember to leave a review ;)

Sequal to QoaQR: Nobody said love was easy...then again no one mentioned the mind games, precocious kids, homicidal inventions, therapy, or as much stalking as is going on. I feel woefully misinformed...

Hannah Ayers and Jake Allen had hated each other for longer than they could remember. But when a car accident leaves Hannah with amnesia, she can’t remember him at all. Jake could use this to a nefarious advantage…or enjoy a clean slate. Tough choice.

Caleb and Astrid were best friends on the cusp of something more before their falling out. Now everything is all messed up between them and Astrid finds herself struggling to cope with it all. What will happen? Can Astrid have a happy ending? R&R!

COMPLETE! His name was Patrick Fitzpatrick, but he pulverized anyone who dared to call him that. He was an enigma, a mystery. Nobody knew anything completely true about him other than that he hated his name. But hey, I’d always liked solving mysteries.

Life's rocky enough as it is. Mama prances around Nashville in her frayed denim mini skirts while I'm alone holding up the house with my alcoholic brother, J.D., and baby Frankie. I never expected things to get any stranger, but then there was love...

We stood like that; our bodies so tight I could feel his chest expand and contract with every breath. I felt it before I heard it; the small vibrations splayed against my leg. Hurt built in my chest as I felt his arms leave me to answer it, to answer her.

Complete! Between the three of us, we were probably connected to everyone in our year group and helped people meet the men or women of their dreams. But then one dream turned into a nightmare when I realised I'd fallen in love with the target…

Surreal, but one of my masterpieces. A woman reflects upon her greatest achievement and the love of her life, encapsulated in one transcendent moment. Memory and emotion merge in the fame, lights, gasps, and applause. My favorite piece

[ONESHOT] It was one of the gestures and awkwardly innocent conversations that comes straight out of a disarmingly heartfelt movie. I was just an innocent bystander who saw their tentative dance around each other's shyness. It was pretty hard hitting.

Six best friends have everything going for them: great grades, incredible sports skills, and gorgeous looks. Their biggest talent? Keeping secrets. They lie. They cheat. They steal. They ruin each other’s lives.

The first step towards change is admitting there is problem. Well then I guess I should get that out of the way, I have a problem. I’m a random dialer, but I won’t get into that yet. The second step is to avoid temptation—not so easy… [oneshot]

She couldn’t force herself to forget what he did to her, what she couldn’t protect herself from. When she closed her eyes, he was there; when she looked in the mirror, he was there; when she dreamt, he was there... One shot

He stood angrily. “I thought you knew me better than that!” I glared back. “No, I do know you. I know you just want the easy way out, and later you’ll come crying back to me for forgiveness. But you know what? I won’t be there next time.” One Shot

He smiles at her with gentle green eyes and accepts the gift from her small hands. Slowly running his hands over the box, he fingers the lock tenderly. “I remember this box.” A shy smile spreads across her face. “It’s our memory box...” [One Shot]